Agent Zero

The math problem was ridiculously long, scrawled across the board in Mrs. Madison’s neat, irritating handwriting. Just another Tuesday in this mundane life.
“Melissa!”
Her screech cut through your thoughts, a daily occurrence. You groaned internally, shooting a glare at the snickering boys in the corner. Mrs. Madison’s eyes, usually glinting with triumph when she thought she had you, narrowed as you met her gaze.
“Well? What’s the answer?” she demanded, an impatient frown deepening the lines on her forehead.
You rolled your eyes. This was too good a chance to pass up.
“Your mom,” you replied, giving her your most innocent, I-could-never-do-any-wrong look. Her smirk vanished, replaced by clear annoyance.
“The real answer,” she snapped.
Well, why didn’t she just say so in the first place? You snickered to yourself, your eyes never leaving hers.
“3452.064,” you stated simply, relaying the correct answer without glancing at your calculator. Her eyes narrowed further, silently accusing you of cheating, knowing there was no way you could have.
“Correct,” she acknowledged reluctantly with a sigh.
You gave a quiet snort, causing her scowl to deepen. Just as she opened her mouth to comment, the door slammed open.